From God knows where the thought appears: is Good Friday a good friday when I open SG as first thing after the morning rituals?
After all, we all carry our crosses all through the year, why would we feel any extra weight on this particular friday? How could bunnies, eggs and all those happy faces mean anything else than "good". To me, the feeling of things that are not makes these days special. Tolle and zillions of philosophers point their fingers to this and warn: mind the fullness of the moment or you will suffer.
It is true, since suffering is impossible in the moment. Only pain exists, the memory of past experiences and the unrest before the future require the soul to leave the moment temporarily.
A special kind of duality kept us present yesterday evening, me and friends. As Easter was knocking on the door, we struggled to savior those moments of being together and be free from our individually hidden ghosts, while the ghost of the coming four days kept thugging us away from the softness and relative security of the couch. Then time was up; some went home to their families and put on their happy personas, some went elsewhere.
Easter will pass too. And we will carry on carrying our carry-ons on the great carrier.